As she goes through the house from room to room opening each door in turn she suddenly hears a noise in her bedroom, she is scared and her heart is ra...cing. As she pushes back door she sees me standing there. Her underwear drawer is open and I have a pair of her panties in one hand and my cock in the other. I am turned on even more at suddenly being discovered. I just wanted to wank over your panties, I say. But then I stop to look at her and notice what she is wearing. She has just come from. A smile came to my lips as I saw them. The onewho had spoken was about 22 maybe, with short blonde hair,a cute figure,C or D cup breasts at least, with a cute face and wearing a blackminidress and heels.The one standing next to her was an equally hot brunette, with longerhair, wearing a sexy basque top and matching black skirt, showing off hertrim belly, toned thighs and calves. A pair of sexy black ankle bootswere zipped up on her feet as both of them smiled to each other andlooked me over as. My mind wanders to the gorgeous guy I for a while thought I would be lucky enough to get between my legs. He was tall and broad shouldered, filling out his leather jacket nicely. But most of all he had this presence, like he took up more space than he actually did. Like he owned the room. I watched him for a while across the bar, caught in his spell. He was talking to some friend or another and suddenly he'd looked up right at me. He'd caught me starting, and I'd been so embarrassed, quickly. She gasped and pressed even harder against him, grinding her breasts into his chest."John," she cried out, "John, he's got his hands in my panties." Tell him to take them off then," I suggested helpfully. "Get naked for him; both of you get naked." Mmm, yes," she mumbled as she scrabbled at his red jacket. "Let's get naked, Santa."She drew the jacket up over his head leaving his big barrel chest naked, then dropped to her knees to pull down his red pants. He wore nothing under them and his.